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the room. I made it inside just as the door sealed us all in. Zora screamed and ran for the corner. X tackled the yellow box and snatched it from the station before Yel could get it. As planned, I tackled Yel before he could get an outstretched hand, tattoos already glowing, to Rip his own son.
We rolled end-over-end a few times. I swung at him, and then he at me. Those Rippers had some mojo working because my best shots were doing almost no damage. He hit like a sledgehammer being used by a giant. We made it to our feet as the fight raged on. I projected a shield that I swatted at his head, but he backed away like a nimble serpent. He spun, came under my swing, and then before I could stop him, I felt his hand seer against my chest. That same feeling I had when X had touched my soul and stretched me in every direction came back, but this time it felt a thousand times worse.
Trusting X was no longer a question. I had to or die. I closed my eyes, let go of the struggle that fended him off, and I waited for our essences to collide as Yel tried to violently rip my soul from my body. If X was right, was he ever going to be in for a surprise.
A COLD END
Sway ran down into a dark labyrinth of tunnels that had long been hollowed by ancient flows of the prison’s magma. She stopped and gasped for breath. Normally rock was nice and cold to the touch, but this was sizzling hot, and smelled of sulfur. The weather outside seemed to be making things all the more steamy. Never in her life had she been so hot. It was a strange sensation. She pushed through the discomfort. She had to finish her work. Grasping at the few uninterrupted seconds, she tapped at the controls on her arms in hopes that she could still save the island between her skirmishes with Corona.
The calibration for the flow regulators that would allow her to reposition where the excess pressure could build and release safely was almost finished. She just needed another few seconds. She thought she had finally lost the stalking Dragoness within the tunnel maze, but before she could input the last of the algorithms, a fireball roared right toward her head. Being a Fire Elf who had chosen the sciences instead of the less popular magical arts had its moments of setback. She still knew a thing or two. She caught the fireball with her hands, gave it a spin in her palm, and released it back the way it came. Sway couldn’t help but laugh when she heard the echoes Corona’s cussing followed by screams from the unexpected return of her gift.
That bought her the time she needed. She had control of the pressure outputs, but there was still more to do. As the ground shook beneath her feet, she knew she was going to run out of the needed precious seconds if she couldn’t do something about Corona.
She would never win in a magic-off. She was going to have to come up with something else. If only Kata had been there. Kata and Largo had been trying to learn what they could about the dragon-wench, including ways to track and trap her. Sway kind of wished she had paid a little more attention. Was the article on London Ally fashion really worth having let Kata’s musings on the subject go in one ear and out the other? Well, that’s not a fair question because she really liked that article, and she found a great netted top as result.
Nets she thought. It gave her an idea. She brought up the scanned tunnel schematics and ran away, yelling back to her pursuer, “I hope Thantosa doesn’t mind if I bag you without him. He was so looking forward to keeping the family tradition alive by clipping your wings himself.”
A right, two lefts, another right, and a long bridge got her where she needed to go. Sway gingerly entered one of the prison chasms. It was a chamber filled with magma flows that bubbled into spiraling pools that led down into deeper, hidden tubes. On one end of the chamber lava oozed down the wall into the
We rolled end-over-end a few times. I swung at him, and then he at me. Those Rippers had some mojo working because my best shots were doing almost no damage. He hit like a sledgehammer being used by a giant. We made it to our feet as the fight raged on. I projected a shield that I swatted at his head, but he backed away like a nimble serpent. He spun, came under my swing, and then before I could stop him, I felt his hand seer against my chest. That same feeling I had when X had touched my soul and stretched me in every direction came back, but this time it felt a thousand times worse.
Trusting X was no longer a question. I had to or die. I closed my eyes, let go of the struggle that fended him off, and I waited for our essences to collide as Yel tried to violently rip my soul from my body. If X was right, was he ever going to be in for a surprise.
A COLD END
Sway ran down into a dark labyrinth of tunnels that had long been hollowed by ancient flows of the prison’s magma. She stopped and gasped for breath. Normally rock was nice and cold to the touch, but this was sizzling hot, and smelled of sulfur. The weather outside seemed to be making things all the more steamy. Never in her life had she been so hot. It was a strange sensation. She pushed through the discomfort. She had to finish her work. Grasping at the few uninterrupted seconds, she tapped at the controls on her arms in hopes that she could still save the island between her skirmishes with Corona.
The calibration for the flow regulators that would allow her to reposition where the excess pressure could build and release safely was almost finished. She just needed another few seconds. She thought she had finally lost the stalking Dragoness within the tunnel maze, but before she could input the last of the algorithms, a fireball roared right toward her head. Being a Fire Elf who had chosen the sciences instead of the less popular magical arts had its moments of setback. She still knew a thing or two. She caught the fireball with her hands, gave it a spin in her palm, and released it back the way it came. Sway couldn’t help but laugh when she heard the echoes Corona’s cussing followed by screams from the unexpected return of her gift.
That bought her the time she needed. She had control of the pressure outputs, but there was still more to do. As the ground shook beneath her feet, she knew she was going to run out of the needed precious seconds if she couldn’t do something about Corona.
She would never win in a magic-off. She was going to have to come up with something else. If only Kata had been there. Kata and Largo had been trying to learn what they could about the dragon-wench, including ways to track and trap her. Sway kind of wished she had paid a little more attention. Was the article on London Ally fashion really worth having let Kata’s musings on the subject go in one ear and out the other? Well, that’s not a fair question because she really liked that article, and she found a great netted top as result.
Nets she thought. It gave her an idea. She brought up the scanned tunnel schematics and ran away, yelling back to her pursuer, “I hope Thantosa doesn’t mind if I bag you without him. He was so looking forward to keeping the family tradition alive by clipping your wings himself.”
A right, two lefts, another right, and a long bridge got her where she needed to go. Sway gingerly entered one of the prison chasms. It was a chamber filled with magma flows that bubbled into spiraling pools that led down into deeper, hidden tubes. On one end of the chamber lava oozed down the wall into the
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